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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Let me confesse that we two must be twaine.
Although our undevided loves are one: So shall those blots that do with me remaine, Without thy helpe, by me be borne alone. In our two loves there is but one respect, Though in our lives a seperable spight, Which though it alter not loves sole effect, Yet doth it steale sweet houres from loves delight: I may not ever-more acknowledge thee, Least my bewailed guilt should doe thee shame, Nor thou with publike kindnesse honour me, Vnlesse thou take that honour from thy name: But doe not so, I love thee in such sort, As thou being mine, mine is thy good report. As a decrepit father takes delight, To see his active child doe deeds of youth, So I, made lame by Fortunes dearest spight Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth. For whether beautie, birth, or wealth, or wit, Or any of these all, or all, or more Intitled in their parts, do crowned sit, I make my love ingrafted to this store: So then I am not lame, poore, nor dispis'd, Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give, That I in thy aboundance an suffic'd, And by a part of all thy glory live: Looke what is best, that best I wish in thee, This wish I have, then ten times happy me.
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. |
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